30 May 2008

Backyard Pics

2 comments:

Thanks, Mimi. I keep thinking of the Akathist of thanksgiving this time of year:

Every flower is fragrant through the power of the Holy Spirit, in a delicate flow of aroma and tenderness of color; the beauty of the Great contained in what is small. Praise and honor to God who gives life, Who spreads forth the meadows like a flowering carpet, Who crowns the fields with golden ears of wheat and azure basilisks, and the soul with the joy of contemplation.